love, he forgot Juan de la Cruz's remarks-that she was a woman without a father.
it loves for ever. But what matters that? For when the heart loves, He excused it with the idea that no human being is perfect, and that even the Grecian standard of beauty was not as lovely as she should to others who loved another, for did not the lovely Titania herself fall in love with the terrible ass?
Oh, how queer and blind is love! Love is indeed unfathomable deep and mysterious,-deep as the depth of the fathomless sea and mysterious as the sphynx and sweet as woman herself with all her charms.
Lucio was lost in his lovely fancies. So he fell asleep with that hearty smile curved upon his lips, as Camilo saw it, and, which he told him during the break- fast time, when they were about to part, each to his field work.
Lucio smiled at the joke and rebuked his friend for calling him mad in love with Rosa, for he was too modest to acknowledge his weakness.
After Lucio had taken his breakfast, and Camilo parted and took his way to the farm, he stole away and directed his steps towards the place he was found yes- terday morning. He strode with that yearning that makes the youth appear in his best wits, and in contentment that passeth all understanding.
It was a lovely April morning. Nature was clad in green and smiling all around and casting her charm-
